I sit here, uncomfortably, as an unhealthy torrent of overthinking floods my brain.
Is this too big for me? It's MY story, no-one else can tell it.
Thus far, my attempts at creating a readable memoir have resulted in simply telling the stories, as they happened.
Not good enough. You need to explore the themes, the universal truths in the personal scenarios which are applicable to all.
I can only write one way, and the lack of self reflection in my work renders it meaningless, dull and hollow. I could finish my book within a week if I continue this way.
But what would be point?
Without deeper meaning, some may find my situations tragic, or the anecdotes amusing but.. nothing more than that. The idea was always to present an ultimately uplifting piece, for others to find comfort and hope in the pages of my book. Ideas I'm failing to illustrate or convey.
And so I sit here, uncomfortably, as a torrent of unhealthy thinking floods my brain.
Is this too big for me?
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